mother i know you worked so hard,
long time ago we had nothing,
but you  get us anything that we wanted,
i am grateful for what you done to my me and brother,
still abusive father still do whatever he wants,
and you were there comfort us.

i never asked much a love is enough,
to me when you cried that night,
i was depressed whole day,
you inspired me the moment i laid on your work,
you wrote stories day and night,
and i become your number one fan,
without you're work that inspired me to write my own poetry,
although i despise for what dad did to us,
all i can ignore the pain away.

mother thank you for all this years that you helped me,
you  the only person that helped when i'm lost,
i never truly understand how a mother would think,
even tho people thought you are selfish and mean,
but they don't understand  you  like i do,
it doesn't matter a thing to me when people gave bad criticism.